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Friday, February 21, 2014

...and a long awaited premiere

Danielle tells me David S went up the
ladder and tried what hte scaffolding people recommended and no luck with the
lights. Need an electrician for sure…

When I get back, Marsha and Stephen are
here for a conversation with trust company affiliated with the Presbyterian
Foundation to explore various options re. investing our money.There’s a lot to think about. Haven’t had
this problem, for a long time. Good to be on this side of that one.

Dzieci
has arrived for a night of Sacred Harp/Shaped note singing.
They accidentally turned off te wrong switch so RL is here looking to get his
internet back on. Jason W ishere too, just wanting
to talk. But I am in the middle of this conference call…

Jeremy is here disappointed because at
my request he came back to hear Workcenter’s
open choir but got Dzieci
instead.

I have no time to talk because I’m
headed to West End for our Palestine Film Series. Tonight the long delayed New
York premiere ofDavid Koff’s 1981
documentary Occupied Palestine. Censored, banned, blacklisted after its bomb
threat interrupted San Francisco premiere. Only in the last year has it
resurfaced. And David himself will be there. (For more information on this film
and David Koff go to http://www.davidrkoff.com/ ) I return worn out from the feelings un leashed during the q&a.

Earlier today, after my conversation
with Joe and La Toya, Danielle had to have a second one.He completely doesn’t get why he can’t be
seeping there during the work day. Apparently he’s in a GED program. Danielle
will try and connect him with the Interfaith Assembly in Housing and
Homelessness.

I managed to get email addresses for
Jack’s daughters and reach out to them . Apparently shortly after my last
visit, right before I got caught up in my move and being wiped out, he went
into the hospital. There had been a living memorial last year where all his
friends gathered at the Aurora to read their favorite poems of his aloud.And during his stay at Roosevelt, musicians
would come by. Bureaucratic snafus keep him from ever getting into a
residential hospice. Didn’t love that long after an amputation.A Buddhist friend gave him a blessing. I
would have gone back to his Irish roots and given him last rites. I feel so
unfinished. But because of last year’s event and an early January family
reunion, there will be no other memorial. His ashes will go to the San Juan
Islands off the northwest coast. His poems are all in Nebraska with his
daughter. Everything out of his apartment. Unfinished. Yes. And cut off.